He lets out a startled yelp and snatches at the map lying spread out on the wooden brace before them as the dinghy's sudden movement threatens to send it flying from its precarious rest.

With one hand flattened securely against the brightly-colored bamboo circles, Jack tosses her a quick grin.

"All manner of mischief, you are." A beat. "She's not lost! Only happens as she's been temporarily stolen for the time being."